The stepping stone path
runs across the valley.
Either some of the stones have sunk
or the mud has been rising.
Those who try to cross get muddy feet.
Some wander off.
Some sink and disappear altogether.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah you do come up with interesting topics. Read mine— Cicatrix - Adeline
Thanks, Adeline. I will.